The European Space Agency has a total of 8 large space stations in the Earth-Moon orbital system, and it was also the first organization in the world to build large space stations.
Not all space stations are built for extre luxury like the Crystal Palace. For instance, to supply the vast resources demanded by the Crystal Palace, they specially established a large space station for production.
Those space stations used for production typically have extrely high population densities, with people stacked like boxes to sleep, and besides working, they lie in coffin-like beds to sleep. After deducting daily expenses, they are nearly equivalent to having no wages.
Obviously, if anyone knew that space stations were like this, nobody would co, so when Orbital Aviation helped construct these space stations, most of the labor was "local procurent," directly transporting laborers from their headquarters in Africa...
A new era of triangle trade: unknown Africans are transported from Africa, and after simple prosthetic conditioning, they are sent to space stations. Space stations produce resources to supply the Crystal Palace, and the wealth consud is funneled into the hands of the European Space Agency and Orbital Aviation.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. Even in such deep space, a group of extrely tenacious and highly resistant individuals managed to rebel, capturing several space stations, and even capturing two colonies on the Moon—
This group self-nad themselves the High Knights, precisely those at the Crystal Palace now who have the strongest resistance.
After a century of change, the High Knights completed their reproduction in space; many have never been to the ground, becoming true space beings.
However, it’s clear that human developnt of space is not deep; at least currently, it lacks the ability to operate independently from the ground, and the High Knights are no exception.
Through successful rebellion and demonstrations of force, the High Knights forced the European Space Agency and other space developnt companies to concede, gradually evolving into a relationship similar to gangs and companies in Night City—
Such relationships often bring division, especially among these complex-origin people.
High Knight Bansa pointed at the lifeless August on the ground:
[Bansa: He’s just a wet-behind-the-ears punk, he...]
[Lille: He’s leading people to obstruct our attack. I need you to imdiately tell any information you know, and I promise not to escalate hostility, provided you don’t interfere with our operation.
[Bansa: ...Okay, first, all nodes of the Crystal Palace’s central control must be hacked simultaneously to obtain the complete database. I believe you can achieve this step.
[Bansa: Second, I know your target is the Tycho Colony, but you may have underestimated the encryption defenses of the Crystal Palace. The information transmission system between the Crystal Palace and the Tycho Colony isn’t rely quantum encryption but a more complex—unified temporal encryption.
[Bansa: You know in space, coordinates aren’t just three-dinsional; they change continuously with orbit, gravity, and ti. The European Space Agency uses this point, locking the transmission of all critical data into a dynamic spaceti chain— every piece of information is embedded in a specific mont’s spatial position, and the encryption algorithm is continuously updated based on the orbital relations among Tycho Colony and several other space stations.
[Bansa: In other words, to decrypt, you must not only know the key but also be at the correct ti, in the correct spatial location, or else, even if you obtain the data, it would be just an indecipherable jumble.
Lille was montarily silent, his brain swiftly calculating possible decryption sches, but he had already realized the issue.
Bansa’s tone was quicker, with a hint of cold sarcasm and unshakable destiny.
[Bansa: The High Knights attempted to break this encryption system; we know so key locations... but the most recent usable spaceti coordinates are not here, but thirty-four minutes ago at the Crystal Palace.
Spaceti sequence encryption, as the na implies, is a system that continuously changes with ti. It’s based on orbital motion, generating unique keys at each micro-mont and constructing a mathematically nested maze.
The finer the encryption nodes, the higher the encryption quality, which demands higher computational power from computers, and the communication encryption between the Crystal Palace and the Tycho Colony is of the highest specification. Both would use quantum computers for information encryption and decryption.
The computational power of quantum computers nearly turns them into an unbreakable Divine’s Lock, and Bansa at least does not believe Lille now possesses the computing resources to perform deductions.
This ans that even if Lille can hack all the systems of the Crystal Palace, he cannot change ti, much less decrypt thirty-four minutes ago at the Crystal Palace.
Bansa’s tone remained calm but carried a profound helplessness, like narrating a certain cosmic cruelty.
[Bansa: Your luck is excellent, astonishingly good... because within a year, the decryption window we know of only exists for 42 hours, and you’ve collided with it.
[Bansa: But your luck is also terribly bad because this all happened thirty-four minutes ago.
Thirty-four minutes, for the universe, don’t even count as the ti for a speck of dust to traverse interstellar space.
Yet for this battle, for Lille, it is an insurmountable temporal chasm.
The propulsion system of the Crystal Palace has long been destroyed; a space station already lacking large-scale moving capability has even less ability to return to 34 minutes ago. Pushing this thing to that position is a pipe dream:
Not to ntion how heavy it is; finding a precise position in space and pushing it there requires enormous computational power as well. Lille indeed looks like a space Death God, but servers take up space, and he doesn’t believe Lille can calculate it, fighting doesn’t equal calculating.
In other words, from an engineering and computational technology standpoint, it is impossible for Lille and his party...
No wonder Bansa didn’t ask Lille for any terms of trade, nor even showed interest in bargaining. He never believed this operation would succeed.
In his eyes, Lille and his companions are just another group in cosmic history that attempted to defy fate but was abandoned by ti.
They think they can change sothing, reverse sothing, but they are nothing more than tiny particles in this vast sea of stars, re dust attempting to shake the laws of gravity.
This action was dood to fail long before they set out.
One could even say, on the cosmic scale of ti, this action never existed.
Just like the workers trafficked into space.
They were destined never to return to Earth, just as a drop of water cannot flow back to the ocean, light cannot escape the event horizon of a black hole.
Their origin determined their end—loneliness, captivity, enslavent, or silent perishing in the cold dark.
Space-ti is the most ruthless law of the universe; it will not bend for anyone, will not yield to any will.
Bansa’s voice whispers through the communication channel, carrying a reverence akin to religion, as if he’s confessing the laws of the universe, as if he’s not explaining encryption to Lille but describing to him the destiny of the cosmos.
[Bansa: Ti itself is a prison.]
[Bansa: Your actions are like a challenge to the law of causality, but you are re mortals, unable to surpass the boundaries of ti.]
[Bansa: The universe will not change, the stars will not turn back, ti will not replay.]
[Bansa: You have failed.]
The universe is boundless, the sea of stars silent.
And ti, still flows coldly forward, never looking back.
So is this really an unbreakable Divine’s Lock?
Bansa hears laughter, but it is not the tragic laughter he imagined at the end of the road, but a mocking laugh—as if mocking ti.
[Lille: A clever thod of encryption.]
Ti is rely a concept created by humans for convenience in understanding the world; no one can truly harness ti for themselves.
...
[Director of ESA: These useless blacks... luckily we’ve already enacted confidentiality directives, they won’t get anything.]
[European Union Acting Council mber A: Are you sure he won’t hack into the Crystal Palace?]
The Crystal Palace serves as a relay station for Earth-Moon communications; although it’s not that communication with Tycho Colony is impossible without it, the information priority at the Crystal Palace is the highest, and even if the European Space Agency has sent battle reports to Tycho from the ground, commands from the Crystal Palace would still be prioritized.
The vast scale of the universe has already burdened modern communication technology heavily, akin to the ancient thod of delivering ssages by ssenger, with greatly reduced communication quality, necessitating the adoption of strict priority communications.
[Director of ESA: Even rogue AIs haven’t breached space, they’re just a bunch of tools that can’t surpass humanity.]
[Director of ESA: Even if Bartmos himself were resurrected, or even his dangerous threshold version, he couldn’t break through this system, otherwise the human world would have ended long ago.]
[Director of ESA: Rest assured, Military Technology and Arasaka have confird that Night City is out of ammunition, and we’ve sent orders to strike European rebels. Without interference from the Crystal Palace’s instructions, a dostic strike will be implented in six hours.]
The European Space Agency is evidently very confident in its encryption thods.
Though Bartmos carries the title of God of Hackers, in the eyes of the European Space Agency, he’s just a human with so network technology skills; truly top-level technology is not limited to cyber technology, it’s an extrely complex project—
There’s no shortcut to ruling the world, no so-called "great power attributed to oneself"; at least not in this world, not now.
God of Hackers... don’t forget that hacking technology was also created by humans, what kind of transcendent human god could the God of Hackers really be?
This damned group of terrorists does have sothing going for them, but only a god could reverse this situation.
Only a god could defeat these rulers of humanity...
The people in the eting began to daydream:
Yes, only a true god could defeat them.
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